39. Chapter 39
Atlas
The hallway outside our dorm room is quiet. Everyone's probably still cleaning up. Which, good luck with that after Shaw paraded a severed head through the woods. Glad I don’t have to help.
But I’d also rather be back sitting in that shitty chair next to Cody’s hospital bed. Except only one person could stay overnight, and when Cody woke from the pain crying for his dad, Hunter and I left.
We’ll head back in the morning . . . if he still wants us there.
I shift my weight from one foot to the other, then back again, like my body can’t figure out where to put itself. “You think Cody’s going to leave us?”
Hunter slides the key into the lock. “He’s ours.”
“Yeah no. What I'm asking is if he still wants to be.” My thumb drags across the bandage on my wrist. “I want him to stay because he wants to. Not because we won't let him leave.”
Hunter’s hand closes around the doorknob, but he doesn’t turn it.
I step closer and place my hand on his forearm. “If he wants to go, we have to let him.”
He grunts and shoves the door open.
Fucking hell.
I follow him inside, then lock the door after it closes. “Hunter.”
“Cody’s ours.”
“Don’t just ignore what I said.” Of course, my phone rings. I pull it out and huff.
He tosses his keys onto the coffee table, then toes off his boots. “Who is it?”
“Mom.”
She's called like twenty times since VINE notified her about Wade’s escape.
Can't blame her, but fuck. One time I get. Maybe two. But she kept calling the entire time we were at the hospital. I silenced my phone so it wouldn’t wake Cody, texting her I’d call later.
But she kept going. Like the whole fucking day wasn’t overwhelming enough.
And now she's calling again.
I press the green button. “Mom, come on.”
“Atlas Trembley, watch how you speak to me. And I will call as many times as I want. Do you understand how serious this situation is? I am worried about my baby.” Her voice shakes.
I rake my hands through my hair. “I’ll call you in the morning. I'm running on nothing right now.”
“Atlas—”
“Mom, Cody got hurt. We’ve been at the hospital with him. He’s still there. There’s some . . . spinal stuff. He can move his legs now but . . . Mom, I’m tired.”
“Honey, I’m so sorry. Is Hunter there? Is he okay?”
“He’s fine. Mom, really, I’ll call you tomorrow.” I hang up before she can say anything else. Yeah, that was a dick move. Don't care. I've got nothing left.
I toss the phone on the couch and look at Hunter, who’s staring off at fuck-all. “Hunt?”
His head drops, shoulders slumping forward. “I have no family left.”
I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his waist, careful not to touch the wound Doc stitched up earlier. Thank fuck the knife didn’t hit anything major. “You have me. You have my family. We’re not going anywhere. To us, you’re a Trembley.”
Hunter sags back into me, and I nuzzle into his neck, holding him tighter. After a few seconds, he clears his throat and pulls out of my arms. “We should go to bed.”
“Uh, yeah, I guess.”
But when I start walking in the direction of my room, he grabs my arm. I flinch. Don’t mean to. It was just a stupid, involuntary jerk that I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.
Hunter stills and searches my face. Then he exhales, and his hand drifts gently to mine. “Stay in my room tonight?”
My eyes widen, mouth hanging open as I nod and follow. Dreamt about this moment more times than I care to admit. And when he starts undressing like this is nothing, placing his clothes in the hamper in the corner, I forget how to speak. Until my eyes drift to his bed.
“Hunt?” I scratch the top of my head, trying real hard not to bust out laughing. “Care to explain how the fuck you expect both of us to fit in a twin bed?”
He grunts, pulls back the covers, and slides beneath them wearing just his boxer briefs. “Get in.”
Accepting defeat, I pull off my shirt and toss it on the floor. When I take off my pants, I notice he’s watching. No, not watching. His gaze travels over me and not in that protective, concerned way.
Fuck.
My dick starts to harden. After tossing my jeans into the corner, I climb into the bed, lying on my side. There is not enough room. Being this close is only making me harder. I shouldn’t be hard right now. Not after the night—or day—we had.
Hunter grunts and slaps my ass. “This is my room, not yours. Put your clothes in the hamper.”
“You dragged me in here. Now you want me to go into my room to put my clothes away?”
“Got a smart mouth like our little Titan, eh.” His palm lands sharper this time. “Hamper. Now.”
I scoff and pull the blanket higher.
“Atlas.”
Yeah no, I’m not getting up. Well, my dick is fully up. But the rest of me? Staying right here.
Smack.
I groan, pushing back without meaning to.
When I still refuse to move, the asshole pinches me hard enough that I shoot off the mattress, rubbing my right butt cheek. “Really, you dickhead?”
“Do what you’re told the first time then.”
I stomp over to the corner, grab my jeans and socks, then snatch up my shirt on the way to the hamper. I throw everything in with too much force. “Happy now?”
His gaze roams over my body, stopping at my cock. His nostrils flare, pupils dilating.
“Like it?”
Hunter looks up, Adam’s apple bobbing.
Smirking, I walk back over and straddle him. “Gonna answer me?”
“No.”
“What the fuck do you mean, no ?”
“You’re hurt.”
My eyes narrow as I sink my weight onto him, giving a slow grind as I do. “Want me to punch you again?”
He grunts, eyes fluttering. “Atlas.”
“Yes?” I grind on him again.
He fists the blanket, and I swear I'm about ready to slap him. “Hunter, put your fucking hands on me now.”
“No.”
“Why? And if you give some lame-ass excuse, I swear to fucking God I’m going to lose my shit.”
He doesn’t say a word.
“That’s what I thought.” I lean down, crashing my lips against his, forgetting about my split lip until the searing sting makes my breath catch.
Hunter doesn’t move, doesn’t kiss me back, his eyes narrowing in that “see, this is exactly what I mean” way.
Fuck that.
I bite his bottom lip, then suck it into my mouth.
He grunts, his hands finally grabbing my ass, squeezing, yanking me down until our cocks drag together and—fuck. His tongue pushes against mine, rough and demanding.
I moan and lick over his teeth, the roof of his mouth, fucking my tongue against his because I want all of it.
Hunter bites back, teeth catching my tongue just enough to make me hiss, then sucks it deeper into his mouth like he wants to swallow every fucking sound I make.
“Need you. Now. Please.” My hips rock faster. “Please, Hunt.”
“Get the lube.”
I scramble off the bed to his drawer, tripping over my own feet. The bastard chuckles. For a second, I contemplate smothering him with a pillow. I don’t. Only because I’ve been waiting five years for this.
I yank open the drawer, pulling so hard it almost comes off the track. Shoving his underwear aside, I grab the bottle of lube, pausing as my gaze lands on the box of condoms.
No, not tonight. Not ever. Not with him.
Don’t care if it’s a dumb decision, but I don't want anything between us ever again.
Something hits the back of my head before falling to the ground.
That motherfucker just threw his underwear at me.
Oh, wait. Oh, fuck. That means . . .
My cock twitches, precum smearing against the cotton fabric of my own briefs. Whimpering, I reach down and squeeze my aching length.
“The fuck you doing?”
I whip around, glaring at him. “Give me a second.”
“Why? Thought you wanted this.”
“Because I don’t want to come before I’m even naked, asshole.” My brows furrow when the corner of his mouth ticks up. “Hunter, if you laugh, I swear to God—”
“Get your ass over here.”
After pulling off my boxers and tossing them into the hamper—because I don’t put it past him to stop in the middle of this to make me do it—I practically run over to the bed, then straddle him, my thighs caging his waist.
He sits up, threading his fingers into my hair as he pulls me in, kissing me hard, deep, hungry. “Fuck.”
My hands rest on his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle as I rut my cock against his. I pant into his mouth, balls pulling tight. “Shit. I don’t think I’m going to last.”
He moves from my mouth to my neck, his teeth grazing over the skin before he bites down and sucks. “Mine.”
“Hunter.”
“Open yourself up for me.”
Yeah no, no fucking way I’m lasting. Is this how Cody feels? No wonder he explodes so fast.
“Atlas.”
“Okay, okay.” After squirting lube onto my fingers, I reach behind, circling my hole before sinking a finger in. “Oh, fuck me.”
I alternate between rutting against Hunter and fucking my finger. I cry out when his mouth moves from my neck to my nipple.
He growls, biting down, then runs his tongue over it.
Gritting my teeth and trying so fucking hard not to come, I add another finger and massage my hole, opening myself up more. “Hunt, please. Fuck me now before I blow.”
“Not until you’re ready.”
“I’m—”
“You’re not.” He moves to the other nipple. “I won’t hurt you again.”
“I’m ready, goddammit.” Pushing him down, I grab the base of his cock, lube it up, then shift until the head presses against my hole. Sweat beads on my forehead, and I try to slow my breathing, teeth sinking into my bottom lip.
Five years. Been waiting five years for this.
Hunter grabs my hips, holding me in place. “You sure?”
“Uh, yeah. What do you think I'm doing up here, cardio?”
“You sure you want me to fuck you?”
“Obviously.” My stomach starts to knot. “Do you not want this anymore?”
“I told you to open yourself up without asking . . .” His jaw works, those dark eyes roaming over my face. “Would you rather fuck me? Don’t want you to feel like you have to—”
“Oh, shut up.” I sink down, then hiss as the head of his cock breaches my hole, thankful it also makes this jackass go quiet.
“Fuck, Atlas.” My name comes out raspy, deep, as his fingers dig into my hips. “Wait. Condom.”
“No. I want you to fill me.” I lower myself more, the stretch burning.
How the hell does Cody do this? And how the fuck did he take both of us? I need to get my boyfriend a medal for that.
“Easy. God, you feel so good.” Hunter groans, his abs flexing. “Atlas, go slow.”
“We’ve been going slow for years. I’m done waiting.” Exhaling, I take the rest of him in until I bottom out. “H-hunt . . .”
“You okay?”
I swallow, my body trembling.
Home. This is home. Where I was always meant to be.
“Atlas?”
“I’m fine. Just so full.”
We stay like that until my body adjusts, then I lift before dropping down. Every nerve lights up, my cock leaking all over his abs. I do it again, lifting higher this time and dropping harder.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me. Take all of me.”
Resting my hands on my thighs, I move faster. Harder. Lifting and slamming down. Over and over. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh my god. Fuck me.”
“Keep going. Don’t stop.”
After waiting this long, I’m never going to stop. Hell, Cody might have to settle for fucking my mouth—or Hunter—because I’m never getting off this cock.
Hunter’s hands travel up from my waist to my chest, and I push into them when they graze over my nipples, a small whine escaping my lips.
“Mmm fuck. Pinch them.”
He does.
“Again.” I lean forward, placing my palms on his chest for better leverage. “Fuck me, Hunter. Fuck my ass hard enough I feel you for weeks.”
He grunts, thrusting up, but I catch the wince.
The stitches.
My eyes drop to the bandage.
“Atlas, it’s fine. Won’t let it stop me.”
“Hunt—”
He plants his feet on the bed, hips driving up harder this time.
All I can do now is hold on as my cock bounces, slapping against his stomach. “Hunter! Oh, oh, fuck, shit. Hunt!”
The angle changes, and I swear my goddamn soul leaves my body when he pegs a certain spot. My balls draw up tight as I pant and grunt and whimper, unable to do much else.
“Mine. This ass is mine.” He growls, his thrusts becoming more erratic, specks of blood spotting his bandage. “You’re mine, Atlas. Not ever letting you go.”
My throat tightens, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes. Been waiting forever to hear those words, to hear them said that way.
“Gonna fill you, baby. Need to fill you.”
Everything locks—my thighs, my stomach, my hands on his chest. The next thrust punches the air out of me, and the one after that sends heat snapping up my spine so fast my vision goes white at the edges. “Hunt . . . I’m . . . Now. Fuck. Now. I’m going to come.”
A broken sound rips out of my throat, my hips stuttering uselessly while I come all over his stomach. It doesn’t stop. Every thrust wrings another pulse out of me, another shudder, another fucked-out gasp until I’m clawing at his chest like I won’t survive this.
Hunter fucks me through every second of it. Through the shaking. Through the broken sounds I can’t keep in my mouth. Through the oversensitive pulses that make me jerk every time he drives up into me.
His eyes lock with mine, and he slams up one last time, burying himself deep. A rough growl tears out of his chest, and his whole body goes rigid under me. “ Atlaaaas .”
My name comes out wrecked.
Not loud. Not pretty.
Wrecked.
When it’s over, I drop forward, boneless and exhausted, my face pressing into the side of his neck.
Hunter wraps his arms around me, holding so tight, like letting go might kill him. “Mine.” It comes out quiet, like he’s saying it to himself.
Lifting my head, I look down at him and smile. “Yeah, I’m yours. Always have been. Glad you finally got your head out of your ass to figure it out.”
“Fuck my life. Got two mouthy fucking boyfriends.” He reaches up and brushes a few strands of my hair to the side. “I love you, Atlas. Should’ve said it a long time ago.”
“Yeah, well, you can tell me every day from now until the day I die. Maybe twice a day.” I smirk, eyes narrowing. “And you can also share your marshmallows.”
He smacks my ass.
“Oh, so your love comes with limits.”
Smack.
“Come on. Why can’t you just share?”
“Because you only eat them to annoy me.” He brushes his thumb over my swollen eye. “I won’t ever hit you again. What I did—”
I shift, my arms caging his head, as I stare down at him. “First off, we’re going to opposing teams after we graduate, and if you hold back on the ice, I will break up with you. Second, I forgive you. Hell, I wanted to punch my own face in for what happened with Cody.”
“Won’t lay a hand on you again, Atlas. I mean it.”
“You were just smacking my ass earlier.”
He glares.
“Gotcha there.” I lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips. “Seriously, I forgive you, okay?”
“Okay.”
Dropping back down, I rest my head on his chest and close my eyes. Tonight was everything I’ve imagined. Except now, I keep picturing Cody here with us.
But he isn’t.
And I’m not sure he wants to be.